Summer is just around the corner, but Spring has been extra exciting in the Community Room this year. Inside the walls and outside the windows, things are flying. This is highly exciting when you are a cat! If you’ve paid us a visit this Spring then you’ve met the new “Peep” in town. She’s a […]
As it happens, Denni is telling Heather and Bucca and me a thing or two about trying gracefully.
Some of them try too hard. Some of them try too little. Some of them try moderately. All of them live in my office.
Quick: when I say “Arlo,” you say what? The answer will be revealing.
Let it never be said that May is monotone. Stuff went down this past month, kittens. Billy Ray Cyrus returned to the radio, achy-breaking all of our ears if not our spirits. The President of the United States of America presented a very large trophy to a very large man at the Grand Sumo tournament. […]
Don’t be looking for Weetabix here. This ain’t no Frosted Mini-Wheat situation.
Don’t call it a misspelling. It’s a poet’s prerogative to play with language like a Slinky.
It’s not just her ear. It’s not just her past. It’s your very heart in the presence of Jaguar. They’re all a little shredded.
Marsala means mushrooms. Marsala means wine. Marsala means marvelosity of major proportions.
All cats are great. All cats are good. Comparison is the thief of joy. But sometimes, dangit, there truly can only be one.